That’s how Westover gets you to keep reading at first; but soon enough you realise this isn’t a story of The Other at all, it’s a story about the importance of education in finding yourself in the world. Throughout the book, I was struck by how many things I have in common with Westover’s story, even if my reality growing up was radically far from hers. No matter who our parents are, when we are children we don’t question the truths they tell us. Going to school can work to build on those truths – or to contradict them. Maybe you were told you are a girl and you are not a girl. Maybe you were told you are straight and you are not straight. Maybe you were told women are only allowed to do certain things. Maybe you were told boys are only allowed to do certain things. There are truths we are told when we are children that don’t seem up for debate, that cannot be contradicted. This is at the heart of Westover’s story: the “truths” she is told are outrageous, but as a child she has no reason to question them. Why would her father and her mother teach her things about the world that are ultimately harmful? Why would parents teach their kids ignorance and bigotry? She has no reason to see her father as mentally ill, she has no reason to suspect she is kept on Buck’s Peak because her family wants to keep her mind small and uncritical. Westover’s transformation is magnificent and so important. But most importantly, it’s relatable. When she reads Mary Wollstonecraft for the first time, and her world shifts, I was transported back to when I first read feminist texts and realised how my views and attitudes on gender were wrong. When she first learns about the Holocaust, which she had never heard of, I was transported back to when I realised for the first time that the history we are taught about slavery is sanitised. These were moments were Westover’s world shifts, where what she knew is considered ignorant and she looks at the world with new eyes. This is what education does. And yet, throughout the whole story, I could not sense any shame, which I think would be a natural response to not knowing about the civil rights movement or the Holocaust. She is not ashamed of not having an education, and struggling to get one. Her world shifts so many times in her story, but the conclusion is that she is glad for those shifts, however painful they are. These shifts are internal, but they affect the external. The knowledge gulf between Westover and her family is huge. As a PhD student myself, I sometimes feel like the gulf between my knowledge and people who aren’t as passionate about education as I am is huge too. To see that alienation written down was extremely powerful; the more I question the world we live in, the more distant I feel from the person I used to be. And this is rarely ever talked about; education is a privilege, but it can also be extremely isolating, particularly at a time where academics and intellectuals are routinely dismissed for more simplistic takes we consume under the “fake news” umbrella. Westover’s father believes all kinds of conspiracy theories, but these theories are becoming more and more commonplace because of the internet. Educated is a memoir, but so much of it struck me as a cautionary tale against the alienation of critical thinking. Gene Westover is real, he will not accept any opposing truths to his own, and there are millions of him across the political spectrum. Westover’s debut memoir is a triumph, and I am so thrilled to have devoured it. It depicted issues around education, religion, mental illness, and alienation in an empathetic way at a time where it would be easy to draw caricatures all around. Please read this book as soon as you can!
